When I went to buy April’s party dress for my mum’s 60th celebration, the ladies behind me in line cooed at the cuteness of the outfit.
“It’s for my mum’s birthday,” I explained to them.
“She must be about two?” one lady questioned.
“Yup — she’s two this week. Grandma’s sixtieth trumps baby’s second though.”
Nothing like a two-year-old in a party dress to steal the show.